Maya’s story Only one week until my first event, the charity one. Famous people with a lot of money were invited to support a cause, child abuse. Unfortunately, abuses like these are so common not only here in England but also around the world. Someone has to take a stand. Even if I feel it is not enough from somewhere we have to begin. The day after Carla left passed but the call I promised to her did not exist. My courage left me and I decided I should see with my things. Things went smoothly and in no time the charity day came. This time I chose the green drees. Carla said it goes wonderfully with my red hair. She was right. I feel beautiful. I asked Adam to come to take me from home. I had some urgent things to finish and I had my car in service during this period. He was happy to accept my request. Only that by the time he got here Phillip was also in front of me. I did not expect that and I was looking perplexed at the both of them trying to figure out what to say next. -

Miron’s storyIt’s been almost three days and no damn sign of the kidnapper. I was going insane with all this worry. I don’t even have proof of life. Peter and Samantha kept calling me and every time the answer is the same. Even Corrine canceled all her events to be with us in such moments.We talked on the phone to gather in a meeting here at my house. Maybe we could figure out who and why is doing this. There are a lot of questions around this mystery. I just hope Rita is fine.I can’t wait and I keep looking at my watch, counting the hours until this evening. I have all the information which I had been able to find out all these past few years. All that Rita told me and all my research about the company she used to work for. There has to be something that we’ve missed. From the day of her so-called accident to the one she was taken. Someone hates her so much that if at the beginning wanted her dead now I am not so sure anymore. He or she would have already done it. That is a though

Rita’s storyI was getting tired by the day. The lack of food and water was beginning acute and my strength was slowly leaving me. Even breathing was hard. Sarah no longer blindfolded me but I was still tied to my hands and feet. I couldn’t feel them anymore. I wish this ordeal would end. I wonder what Miron has to do in all this. What is this crazy woman making him doing? If I could just tell him not to listen to her; she was going to kill me anyway.- Good morning sunshine!- You have no right calling me this way you sick!- Oh, is this how are you going to treat me? I have a question and I demand an answer if you wish this to be over quickly.I was looking at her in disbelief and wondering what in the world was going on in that sick mind of hers? - I will take your silence as a yes. Now, you better tell me, what is the place where you have never been but you want to go with all your heart?- What makes you think I will tell you the answ

Miron’s storySaturday morning, at 9 o’clock; the second message came to my phone. This time I was alone. My hands were shaking trying to open it; another challenge that I have to pass so my Rita will not get hurt. „ You will be punished for cold-hearted, go back where it all started!”Where it all started? And why shall I be punished? Anyway, I have to think, not too much though because I happen to know the exact place where this story started. I needed only my keys and off I was. Winter has passed and now mornings were nor so chilly. In twenty minutes I arrived at the scene where it all began, the site of Rita and Pamela’s accident. Memories were so vivid in my head. How I was driving home after a long night, how Peter called me and how I had to hang up on him when I saw the railing smashed. I had my heart in my throat praying that nobody would be in the car. My expectations were ruined when a young woman struggling between life and death caught into that car. If she hadn’t been w

Rita’s story Everything around me was spinning and the blow directly to my stomach made me sick. That was the second time these people mistreated me. I didn’t think those blows could be so painful. I crouched to the ground falling from the chair I was no longer tied up. Only my hands and my legs were. Sarah and the three gorillas were surrounding me like they were of a trophy or something. I also knew that Miron heard my whining but I could not help it. It hurt too much. I wanted to spare him the worries but I kind of saw Sarah putting the phone in my direction so he could hear me better. That means woman. - Does it hurt you, dear Rita?I tried to look up to that ugly face of her but I felt my head as heavy as a stone. - Ok, no need to stand up.- You did it on purpose…- So what if I did? I wanted just to spice up a little bit the game. It was becoming so boring. By now Miron must have gone insane. Shall we call him? Or shall we let him boil in